Sequel to their bathroom-antics

Jessica sat back in her chair, giving the blonde Dutchman a long, thoughtful look. He had been a good fuck! A great one, actually… She felt goosebumps form as she remembered the way he had pushed her into that little stall, bent her over and fucked her like a little slut. It had been amazing.

She let the silence linger for a moment as they both looked at each other, letting Martin wait for her reply a moment longer, enjoying the little power game.

His abrupt leaving after he had fucked her had ensured that she would certainly not trust him any further than she could throw him and she could still feel the indignity of being used and then carelessly tossed aside, but she did not have to marry the guy after all… She had just decided that she wanted good sex and she knew he would be able to deliver that experience.

Still not saying a word she collected her brochures and slipped them into her purse, then fished out a hairband and used it to tie her hair back. As she looked up she saw Martin stare at her braless breasts, jiggling beneath her shirt with her movements. She smirked.

“I want to fuck you!” she said.

Martin looked at her like she had just grown a second pair of tits right in front of his eyes. His mouth opened, but he was rendered speechless by her blunt words.

“What?” she almost giggled at the stupefied expression on his face, but kept her features straight, “You don’t want to?”

“Wha… yes, yes I do!” Martin stammered, clearly off guard, “How… where?”

A dirty grin spread across her face. She enjoyed this situation. A lot. “I’m sure they have a restroom here…” she cocked her eyebrow suggestively, “What do you think? Re-match?”

It seemed her lover’s brain was too slow to catch up for the moment, so instead of waiting Jessica arose and took his hand, shouldered her purse and dragged the speechless man after her into the café towards the remote hallway in the back that had the “WC”-signs above it. She grinned to herself, the reversal of their roles was too funny to her.

Martin just followed her, allowing her to lead, still trying to grasp what had happened. He had just wanted to apologize when he had seen her as he walked by, feeling bad for leaving her so rudely at the concert. He had expected a slap in the face or grudging acceptance of his apology, not being dragged into privacy.

In the hallway Jessica took a second to take in the situation. There were signs for the men’s and ladies’ room, though there was an “Out of Order” sign at the door of the Ladies room. She tested the handle anyways and was delighted when the door opened. Great! Added privacy.

Pulling Martin inside, she closed the door after a quick glance into the café. It seemed nobody had been watching. Good!

Closing the door she found herself face to face with Martin, who now that they were alone seemed to recover a little, a grin forming on his face. He reached for her, ready to take charge again, but Jessica was having none of it. She deftly slapped his hands away, then gave the tall man a shove.

“Hands off, sletje!” she hissed, her eyes full with need.

Martin grunted in surprise as he stumbled backwards, his back hitting the frame of the door of the bathroom’s single cubicle. Then Jessica was on him, all over him. She grabbed his face and greedily kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth.

Martin grabbed her ass, giving the tight cheeks a firm squeeze through her pants, but Jessica immediately put an end to that. Never breaking the kiss she grabbed both his wrists and slammed them against the door-frame above his head.

He did not fight it as she did it and even when she let go, her tongue still deep inside his mouth he did not attempt to grab her again.

Meanwhile Jessica’s own hands were getting busy. As they made out she reached down, her hands roaming all over his muscular body, tracing his toned chest and abs before her fingers reached his belt.

The man moaned into her mouth as she deftly unbuckled it, then grunted as she roughly yanked it loose, pulling the leather strap off his body. She stepped back, both of them panting already.

“You…” Martin began, but he was cut short when Jessica grabbed his collar and shoved him inside the cubicle. He stumbled backwards blindly, his hands reaching to steady himself against the walls, but then the backs of his knees hit the toilet and he fell into a sitting position on the lid.

Jessica followed, allowing him no chance to breathe as she jumped into his lap, straddling him. There was a thick pipe behind the toilet leading to the water tank and she grabbed Martin’s wrists once more, pulling them up over his head and crossing them behind the pipe. Then she swiftly looped his own belt around his wrists and pulled tight, constraining the much bigger man.

Only then she slowed down. They sat there for a moment, looking deep into each other’s eyes, out of breath. Jessica had a smirk on her face as she cupped his cheek.

“Now,” she whispered sweetly, her thumb grazing his upper lip, “You’re going to make it up to me!”